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The heartland of Bronze Humanity, the Aurora Plains, had turned into a vast ocean, and the sea continued surging violently in all directions.

Those humans who fled outside the city, trying to hide in the forests and mountains, did not escape fate; they were either drowned or became food for the giant beasts in the water. Across the entire plain, only its heart, the city of humans, barely survived.

But this was not due to luck; under the control of the Divine Artifact, the water intentionally bypassed this primitive city. Clearly, as the director behind all this, Triton was well aware that merely drowning the city with a flood was not much of a spectacle, so he slowed down the process and arrived in person before the human city.

And just as he had imagined, from afar atop Mount Olympus, Poseidon watched his son’s grand pronouncements and could not help but slap the armrest of his chair, laughing heartily with satisfaction.

He had long wanted to destroy these ignorant humans.

The faith of humans in the Sea God was far less than that in other deities, certainly due in part to Zeus’s decree that humans should not touch the sea, but this did not stop Poseidon from directing his rage at them.

However, at that time, humans were united, so rewards and punishments were usually given by Zeus in consultation with the other deities, in the name of the Divine Court. No individual deity could act alone.

So, even after Prometheus’s incident, Poseidon still did nothing. He thought Zeus certainly would not stand idly by the deceit of mankind, yet he waited over a decade without any movement.

Until now, when he could finally vent a little.

“Hmph, Zeus is still too weak. Our grandfather and father ruled the world with force, but he keeps practicing these crooked ways every day.”

Muttering to himself in contempt, Poseidon grew increasingly resentful that he had not ascended to the throne of the Divine King. However, the scene before him at least lightened his mood, so the Sea Emperor continued to watch his eldest son’s performance.

Poseidon was pleased; on the other hand, seated at the highest place, Zeus was also very satisfied.

Poseidon’s series of actions successfully took the brunt of the other deities’ disgruntlement for him, such as his elder sister Hestia. Now, although the goddess had still gone away in a huff, the source of her displeasure was the child and followers of Poseidon.

He had achieved his goal and avoided trouble—it couldn’t be better. With that thought, Zeus also started to enjoy the ‘beautiful scenery.’ In fact, deep in his heart, the Divine King bore ill will towards Bronze Humanity, especially that faithless mortal who had pleaded with him for immortality and still disgusted him in retrospect.

Using the projection between the Divine Artifact and its master, Zeus casually cast his gaze towards the human city. What he saw were the panicked crowds, the chaotic order, the approaching downpour, and—

“Hmm?”

Suddenly, Zeus sat up straight. He thought he had seen a somewhat familiar figure, which made him pause for a moment. Although he had only met the person once before, that encounter had left a deep impression on the newly crowned king.

So Zeus quickly concentrated, trying to find that person again, but was disappointed. The image had flashed by, and by the time the Divine King had come to his senses, he was unable to find the figure he had just glimpsed.

In this era, most deities could not see through the earth on their own. The reason the gods were able to enjoy this ‘grand play’ from Mount Olympus was because the Trident of the Sea Emperor was a Divine Artifact naturally bestowed with Poseidon’s Godhood, and it was in the hands of his child. But for this same reason, the ‘view’ of the deities was tied to the movement of the Divine Artifact; they could not control it themselves.

“Poseidon, do you have a way to control your Divine Artifact?”

With his right hand subconsciously gripping the armrest, Zeus casually asked.

“Of course I can—if it weren’t for these damned laws.”

After taking a sip of nectar, Poseidon sarcastically replied:

“But unfortunately, under the suppression of the present world, if I use my Divine Power to communicate with my Divine Artifact far above the earth, you all know what would happen. Why, what a ludicrous question are you asking?”

Surprised by Zeus’s question, Poseidon wondered what the latter was up to.

Whether or not he could do it, others may not know, but would he not himself know? His Thunderbolt Arrow and the Trident of the Sea Emperor were similar products. In this respect, there should be no difference between them.

Not just Poseidon—upon hearing this, other deities also looked at Zeus, pondering what the Divine King was planning. Faced with their gaze, Zeus had no choice but to waive his hand, indicating that it was nothing of concern.

“It’s nothing, I just thought this angle wasn’t very good.”

“His Majesty the Divine King is really ‘growing in majesty day by day,’ even such trivial matters must be mentioned.”

Snorting coldly, Poseidon paid no further attention.

‘Maybe it’s just nerves, or perhaps it’s the influence of my unborn daughter affecting my judgment.’

Seeing the casual response, Zeus reassured himself a bit. He steadied his spirit and then continued to watch the images before him.

But before long, a voice of surprise came from his side.

“What happened?”

Turning his head, Zeus looked towards the goddess clad in a green gown, whose figure was both voluptuous and elegant.